When I heard Caillou’s white-speak mother
inform her son,
Red is the correct Valentine’s color of love,
I knew this could not be my whole virtuous enculturing story
because red is also the color of bloody fraternity
and viciously escalating anger,

This may come as large surprise,
but I did once take a beginner’s poetry class
which I often confuse with my beginner parenting class.

In which we learned good verse
and voice
have structure
pattern
imprinting rhythm
rich metaphoric content
perhaps even epic regenerative story,
assonant bouquet,
climates of hue and cry.

Who would or could a poet be
or hope to at last become
and yet unresponsively disagree?

Not me.

Even so,
if what I write
cannot resonate within your calling day,
and hopefully tomorrow
and resiliently flow on back
through all your best, not worst,
imagined yesterdays,
Then we are not yet our resonant poetry
so it is not so richly mine,
nor true poetry at disfamiliar all
of any kind
or mean spirit
natural
or unnatural.

I have a youngest son named D,
improvising three for four
communicating RightBrain dominant
rhythmic looping sound vocations,
invocations
vacations
easier on my WiseElder
matriarchal years
counted in and by and with
AnimaMundi’s
robust
Plan D.

Could we see and hear and feel and think better
more ubiquitously and cooperatively
and inclusively
if DreamTime speaks in naturally eco-logical language
of motion as emotions
co-empathically accessible
to all RNA/DNA informated
integratively regenerative
co-arising ecosystemic Ego-programs?

In our dreams
we all speak the same language
of fear and anger, threatening terminal self-hatred,
but also love and joy, promising an eternity of bliss
if only these would not
could not
should not fade and fake
back toward that downside wave,
fear of future without sufficient time
to grow this Ego into an EcoTree,

Bold and graceful
dropping leaves of Wisdom
sinking into fertile thirsty soil,
enculturing healthy rich nutrients
for family,
friends,
community and communication
with all Earth Tribes,
all dreaming in these same emotive languages
of fear and anger
versus love of joy,
versifies relations as elations,
or not-so-much.

Anger about winters past,
fear of fall’s deadly winnowing harvest
of ecolife risking egodeath,
timeless eternity of healthy wealth
or hell,
or most probably something midway between,
the only love within all language,
positive attitude as gratitude
basking in transparent joyous full-summer’s sun
wonder
slowly re-emerging as yet another winter.

In our dreams
we choose to win or lose
as we choose to live,
struggling with or struggling against each Golden Rule,
and usually some of both,
emerges into timeless waves
of how we choose to die.

DreamTime speaks in a universal language
of free rhythm
and dissonantly reversing patterns,
free of time’s double-binding constraints,
to syntax motion,
merge and submerge emotions,
drive regenerating and decomposing,
to polyculture ecologic,
hope for more elational joy of love
as less reductive anger about past times
and less fear of EcoPresent fully regenerating,
nurturing healthier poli-economic time.

DreamTime,
free us from relentless injustice,
for seeing lack of empathy
where surplus of antipathy
breathed and smoldered more honestly,
relentlessly burning warrior hearts
in passioned love with Eco-We
reclaiming full-co-arising integrity for Ego-Me,
free from investing in slow
death silos of quiet
laissez-faire mediocrity,
free to live Earth’s incubator nest
dreaming-webbing life as time’s space to be,
letting go of life alone at sea
to invest in sublimely sacred death
into EarthTribal We, eternally,
reconnecting me
to echo Earth’s harmonic frequency,
to dance as solar light of free,
with power to feel each you as me

In Full-Timed Dream of PolyCulturativity
We merge nightmares of incommensurable dissonance
into harmonic bifractal-octave teleology
of time’s 4-seasoned ecotherapeutic reason.

This HereNow Transmillennial ReGeneration
Be-Longing Co-Redeemers as Co-Operative Global Commune,
with economic Zero-Sum Commons values,
engage positive Zero-Centric ecopsychological practice,
humor’s common sense of permacultural
self-perpetuating redesign
of double-knotting naughty negatives
to produce reproductive positives,
reconnecting what could not not become,
both more and less than already is co-relational.

What did we think could not be co-incidental
co-arising/co-gravitating
about rhythms of dissonance
and epicentering patterns
of ecology’s Zero-Balancing
as P=NNP
as Yang=YinYin,
Win-Win co-operative economics?

We evolve a darkside for every exegetical Truth,
just as we revolve a lighter side to every False-False,
Fear of Fear Itself,
Hating Haters,
Love of Beloved Bicameral WeSelf
Not Negativing our Double-Binding
spacetime Positives.